What if you ascend to the wrong world?

The maid in the air withdrew her fist, looked at the empty surroundings, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

Ok?

What about people?

I only touched it lightly, so how did that birdman disappear?

Could it be...?

Did they hide in some way they couldn't understand?

Correct!

That must be it!

The confusion in his eyes quickly turned into seriousness, and he glanced warily around.

With a flash, she returned to Ivia's side, picked up the pile of coverless books from the ground, tucked them into her arms, and then grabbed Ivia by the back of the neck with her other hand.

"He's probably hiding and preparing to launch a sneak attack. Let's be careful!"

(???*)？

Is that so?

Yeah, that's true...

That was clearly a legendary demigod angel; how could it die so easily?

……

……

At the very center of Qiming Square.

Isaiah slowly opened his eyes, a pale golden light surging within them, and looked toward the direction of the Irene Viet mansion.

"Freil's presence has vanished?"

Yes……

Did something unexpected happen?

But that shouldn't be the case.

In the entire Dawn Empire, only the Ice Warrior of this era possesses combat power surpassing that of the Holy Domain.

But she was still very inexperienced and not at all up to her father's level.

How could he possibly threaten Freyr?

As he pondered, the two pairs of pure white wings on his back gently fluttered.

In the blink of an eye, He had arrived above the Irene Vitte mansion.

Looking down, I found the atmosphere here to be extremely strange.

Tiny golden particles floated in the air, each one imbued with the intense scent of Freyr.

Cyril stood frozen before a huge pit, while the two archbishops, a host of bishops, and other believers knelt on the ground, not daring to move.

On the other side of Cyril, an unfathomable figure stood protecting the Ice Warrior and a minor mage of this era.

Strangely, the person's gaze fell upon Him the moment He appeared.

Danger!

Just being looked at like that by her made Isaiah feel like a little white rabbit being held down by a fierce beast.

His mind and will were completely suppressed, and he was unable to move.

"See, I told you He was hiding and preparing to launch a sneak attack!"

Although he spoke in a low voice, the distance was not enough to fool a demigod angel.

"He doesn't seem to be the same birdman as before, does he?" Ivia whispered.

"He has four wings, while that birdman only had two."

"And they don't even look alike..."

"Maybe it grew two more wings somehow, making it a tiny bit stronger than before," the maid insisted.

Standing in the air, all high and mighty, how could it possibly disappear with just a gentle touch?

"Then what do we do? Can you beat him?"

"It's fine at this point, but I'm worried that He will use the same method to hide again."

Listening to the two talking in hushed tones, Isaiah felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

"Who are you?!"

Despite his unease, He still asked a question.

"me?"

The maid pointed to herself, and then said in a serious tone:

"Produced by [Lilia's Workshop], Type III Household Magic Puppet, No. 54237."

Even with Isaiah's extraordinary composure, he felt an urge to swear upon hearing this.

A domestic magic puppet?

Are you kidding me?

Chapter 77 Pope Ivia?

Just as Isaiah was hesitating and the maid was getting restless.

Cyril spoke up, however.

"Your Majesty Isaiah."

His eyes flashed with an intense, overwhelming hatred.

They had a real chance to get Irene Wett.

As a result, this maid who suddenly appeared caused trouble and made Prince Freyr disappear with a single punch!

Although it's unclear whether His Majesty Freyr is truly gone, or whether he's hiding in some way he doesn't understand, waiting for an opportunity...

But from that moment on, his hatred for the maid was no less than that for Irene Vitte, his so-called 'master'.

“She is a sinner who blasphemes the glory of our Lord, you must…”

His Holiness Isaiah is a four-winged angel; with Him present, He will surely be able to...

"Shut up!"

Isaiah interrupted Cyril sharply.

Watching the maid flexing her wrists, his unease grew stronger.

Although I couldn't sense the slightest fluctuation of magic, but...

will die!

If I make a move, I will definitely die!

This premonition was so strong, as if it burst forth from the deepest part of his soul, causing his mind and body to tremble.

Just as the maid stepped forward, he was about to make his move.

"and many more!"

"Ok?"

The maid was somewhat puzzled.

"You said you're a domestic magic puppet, so you must have an owner, right?" Isaiah racked his brains to come up with this question.

Delay the time, we must delay the time!

The monster in front of me is beyond my ability to deal with.

When the Lord reclaims the part of His lost authority, the most holy 'dawn' will arrive, and all the filth in the world will be burned away.

“Of course,” the maid said proudly. “My master is Ye Tu.”

What's there to be proud of...?

and many more!

Leaf diagram?

Ok? !

Leaf diagram!!!

Cyril below was also taken aback. Wasn't Ye Tu the so-called 'master' of Irene Vitte?

wrong!

The Lord's true name, the Lord's true name seems to be 'Yetu'!

Something is wrong!

Something's not right!

Reason reminded him that Ye Tu, to whom he had given a copy of "The Covenant of Dawn," could not be the Lord of Dawn, but his memories and understanding told him that the Lord of Dawn was Ye Tu.

Two completely contradictory and conflicting ideas were constantly battling in his mind.

For a moment, he was stunned and stood there.

The maid also keenly noticed Isaiah's momentary daze.

opportunity!

In a flash, he appeared high in the sky and, just like he had punched Freyr to death before, struck Isaiah directly in the face.

Boom!

With a familiar muffled thud, Isaiah's upper body was shattered by the impact of this terrifying force!

Golden divine blood mixed with pure white feather fragments drifted away.

Half of the mangled body fell outwards and crashed heavily to the ground.

boom!

A massive mushroom cloud rose into the sky, its terrifying impact causing visible distortions and roaring like a dragon, shaking the entire holy city!

Many of the weaker bishops and guards were swept high into the air by the impact, like scarecrows being tossed into the sky.

If viewed from above, one would see that nearly a tenth of the entire holy city has collapsed.

This semi-divine artifact was as fragile as paper in the face of the maid's unreasonable and terrifying strength.

she……

They must be real gods!

Witnessing this extremely exaggerated scene, the people around couldn't help but have the same thought.

Behind a thin blue-white barrier, Ivia stared wide-eyed at the center of the mushroom cloud, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Didn't Ye Tu say before that he had only made 'minor modifications'?

This unconventional maid is a bit too powerful!

Irene Vitte gripped the handle of the giant axe tightly.

If only I had that kind of power...

However, compared to the shock of everyone else, the maid on the high place felt a sudden jolt in her heart.

No way.

This guy didn't even put up a fight?

Looking at the chaotic scene around me, I felt a sense of fear.

So many places have been damaged, how many people will be affected!